Thursday, 6 September 2012

new writing style and piece of work.

I once was a man, a man of honor and of strength, not this
empty shell of existence. Gone is my will to live, striped from me so that I
may become a drone. I am just a number, not a person and so I now proceed to
act like that. Watching as fellow numbers fall, their blood stained the dirt of
this barren land. I am not what I used to be, I am not a man and yet my fight
is not lost. No, for there is one who sings to me by the moonlight, her voice
carries over the gun fire and into my heart. She is the omen of death or so the
other drones say, but when I hear her song I feel more alive than living dead.

It is by the moonlight that I wait for the subtle lyrics to
engulf me. Men, no not men, drones take their place be it the battlefield or
back in tents, with thoughts that they are finally safe. My rifle by my side
and my heart waiting to beat again, I listen in the night, watching over the
rest of them. In the astronomical twilight, when men are sound asleep and the
firing of guns is all but none, I hear the voice my heart so seeks.

“Come to me, my lover. Come to me tonight. Bring forth your
heart and sacrifice your life. I will surrender to you, without a fight. Come
to me my lover, before the end of night.” Her voice is but a whisper, a longing
in my mind. I can only imagine the beauty behind the voice that is so divine.
With trembling hands and heart racing, I snatch my rifle in order to search.
She is but a goddess in this war of men, one I must protect with my life, as
her lover it is my right.

“Private, what are you doing away from your post?” calls out
my capture, the liar and sinner. With great effort I fight the urge to kill, he
is what stands before me and my girl.

“Thought I heard something sir, though I am now sure it must
have been you, Sir.” I say turning carefully so that he does not see the hatred
in my eyes.

“Very well back to your post then.” He dismisses me without
second thought for I am no threat to him or so he would think. He sees me as a
number not a person who he trained to fight and kill. He doesn’t see my face or
my broken will, but instead is concern with the enemies that lie out there
waiting. So I return with heart placed back in its secret box, for to have
heart out here is no good when you see your friends gunned, one by one down and
left to rot until the gunfire stops.

Taking a seat at my post, I glance at the moon. It is
crescent form and by far the deadliest next to the new moon. Tomorrow it’ll be
gone and my beloved’s song will have to wait until the next time I’m on night
guard duty. Knowing this makes my heart break as I long to feel the closeness
of another. Ideas of tender words spoken in love, to feel my head nestled in
her lap as we talk of trivial things. For almost two years I have been stuck in
this purgatory, for I have lost all sight of paradise and am but a death away
from hell.

Only in this last few weeks had I found my salvation, though
at first hesitant now I know her love for me is true, for she sings to no one
else but me. I listen for talk of my beloved, for others to talk of her song
but instead only curses and vulgar words spoken about the battlefield witch of destruction.
I do not speak up for my beloved for to do so would cause suspicion and that
above all else is what we wish to avoid. They would hunt her down if they knew
we were in love. For me it would be a simple death, bullet riddled body as
others looked on in warning.

They didn’t understand how over these weeks she had opened
my eyes. For these were not my brothers but sheep working for the wolf and like
dumb sheep they slaughtered themselves for what they thought was a great good.
Oh no, not I, not now, for I had seen the light brought to me by her song so
sweet. For those too high to carry a gun and fight at the front beside the
drones were the real devils in disguise. And now I would be without her comfort
for some time, my heart all but breaking at the thought her song might shine
for another. If that were to happen, I fear my mind would shatter into a
million pieces and I would have to end my meaningless life.

“Come to me my lover, let me show you truth divine. My heart
beats only for you as yours does for mine. Don’t let them keep us parted, don’t
let them mock our love. I need you my lover but those bustards are keeping us
apart. ” Her song does call, closer than before, as if she is coming upon me.
Turning in the darkness, a subtle outline, my heart jumps to my throat
wondering if it is now our time.

“Come to me my lover and I shall set you free. Come to
please my one and only and take me within the…but I know you mustn’t yet for
there are things to be done. Lover, you must set free these sheep, slaughter
the wolves and then we’ll be one.”